Many moons ago, Casper rocked a cute pair of rocket PJs, often (although I could not find photographic evidence) on a matching rocket baby blanket. But something was wrong with the blanket, something on the inside had disintegrated making the blanket lumpy.
The blanket sat lonely in the sewing room for many years, until one day it was freed of its lumpy interior.
It was freed from the copious amounts of thread binding it together.
The blanket was surprised at its transformation, and even more surprised to find Casper had been transformed too. No longer was he a tiny baby obsessed with the washing machine, but instead a handsome, loving brother.
And this happy reunion was all due to Kids Clothes Week.